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i don't - blac youngsta & 42 dugg lyrics

[verse 1: 42 dugg]
rose gold a.p., 200 [?]
i don’t know what that is, youngsta, my sh*t bang
my sh*t bussin, my sh*t flooding
tell you something ’bout the [?] letters, we getting money
i want a hundred now, just to run sh*t down
used to be half boes, now it’s 200 pounds
i can hit the hound, with b’s and bl!cks
ten thou to a b*tch if she seeing me kiss
another ten to her friend, who be all on my d*ck
if she ain’t on her second [?] she don’t know me at all
keep it real with me, we used to f*ck with the dawg
now i’m screaming h*ll na, this n*gga the law
and if they don’t want it hard, i’m sending it soft
to all my n*ggas on the [?] all this sh*t is for y’all
get here in a hurry, [?] be trippin
they playing me dirty, but i’m still f*cking they b*tches
lou, i miss you, my n*gga
at the trap [?]
[?] 5 thousand to [?] for 50
order fam bottles of spade, i’m doing it p*ssy
how you duck [?] wasn’t in the city
i don’t trust no b*tch
and i don’t [?]
ho sh*t, but if i missed it
n*gga, my ho rich
and if i’m [?] n*gga, we both [?]
i don’t trust no n*gga
show you how to make a hundred thou in four minutes
i mix wives with gold diggers, dawgy a cold n*gga
used to f*ck with your ho n*gga, i don’t got no n*gga
i don’t give no f*ck
stars in the roles truck, remy four bucks
she a good b*tch, [?] when i’m beating her down
[?] remember [?]
[verse 2: blac youngsta]
i don’t trust no ho
you know me and gang and them getting birds on the low
rest in peace to shawty lo, put my dough on the floor
i was [?] they thought it was some blow
no, don’t give no f*ck, that’s why i come outside with my tooly tucked
i’m a lethal weapon, f*ck with me, somebody gon’ come shoot you up
n*ggas sending shots, i’m sending shots back [?] truck
you got smoke with me, i sware to god, you won’t know who to duck
when they took my guys, they [?] my pride
ain’t no need to jump out my ride if you ain’t gon’ slide
on that demon sh*t, late night sh*t, creeping, bumping plies
death before dishonor, f*ck with me, somebody die
homiside, we them guys, ain’t gon’ stop til they free the guys
n*ggas ain’t solid, they turned the phones off, tried to leave the guys
but we ain’t trippin, you know me and gang and them sitting courtside
send them lil p*ssys [?] we don’t let it slide
i bought an a.p. for my lil b*tch, took her off work [?]
pay for her ass and her tits, but i don’t [?] her
real made man, you know mama raised a hustler
i was the one [?] never been a customer
play with me, on sight, i shoot you down, i ain’t tryna tussle
he shoot with the switch, ain’t got sh*t to say, i ain’t no fusser
you know we kick you out the camp quick, if you turn buster
no, i ain’t got no love for no motherf*cking sucker

- blac youngsta 42 dugg lyrics

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